Too little time!

These days has been hectically, therefore haven´t I manage to write as much as I want to. But I got a lot of new be on the look-out for that I seen last week. However, today when I was on my way home from my running at Hellasgården in Nacka (I´m planning to carry out Lidingöloppet) I got a couple of things sorted out about Santa Claus.

First, he doesn´t hang around all the time at the south pole the rest of the year when he doesn´t carry out packages at Christmas. I met him in the forest between Björkhagen and Hästhagen today!

Second, he wears his read knitted cap all year even at summer!

Third, he doesn´t have a all white beard it´s actually kind of grayish!
Forth, he is a big big fan of Barcelona FC. It´s probably because it´s a part red, the kind of red you relate to Santa!

Fifth, all shit he carry out at Christmas is not made by some stupid young pucks at some big factory. He make all the stuff from things he finds in trash cans and all other places where you can find stuff possible to make gifts of!

Just wanted to make sure that everybody realize that Santa ain´t that guy your parents told you!

Merry Christmas!!

Afro Samurai!

I started to watch Afro Samurai at TV-links.
Afro Samurai is the story of a Black samurai in a futuristic yet feudal Japan who is on a mission to avenge the wrongful death of his father. Afro is a warrior who travels a solitary path encountering a myriad of enemies, friends, and challenges beyond imagination. You kind of get a mix of cool stuff almost like this Kinder egg you got from mom when you where a kid.

Three in one:
Chocolate-excitement- and something to play with!

Here you get:
Nigger- Samurai- a movie to catch!

Check out this sample!
I fucking love this kind of shit!

Don´t you remember?

I was out playing pool with a couple of friends this week. And after we grabbed a beer at a outdoor bar at Odenplan downtown. Suddenly I feel that someone is observing me. I think you all had that feeling of that you are watched without actually see the person in their eyes. However, I look toward that direction and notice a girl watching me. I haven´t seen her before so I just give her a polite smile back in the direction she i sitting and get straight to the bar. On my way back to the table she is still looking at me and now smiling like she knew me or something. With now attentions at all I smile back again and start to walk by her back to my table. When I´m almost passed her I suddenly hear her voice:

-Don´t you remember me?


-No.


-you´ve been at my place!

(When she says that I´m getting cold as ice inside. Where have I met this girl? I definitively think that it is a one night stand. But when, where and how? Could I have been that drunk that I don´t remember? But the most embarrassing thing was that if she was a one night stand how come I didn´t remember her and she me...)

-Really, I´m sorry but I don´t remember...


- Is that so.


-Yes. ( The feeling of how stupid I´m getting stronger!!!)


-Yes, it was last autumn, my apartment is close to Fridhemsplan.


-...
(Me looking really stupid)


-Don´t you know Olle?


-No, I don´t think so.


-He´s working at Ledarna.


-Oh, yes I do!
(My bad feeling is getting looser.)


-I´m working with him. You where at a preparty and then you guys went out and I hooked up with a girlfriend.


-Know I remember! How are you?
(Puh, I hadn´t done anything stupid that I didn´t remember. And how am I supposed to remember all people I´ve been at a preparty at?)

The conversation continues for a while, but when you get that feeling: What have I done? When, where and how? It´s creepy and I hate it. And if something had happened it would have quite embarrassing. But the felling that something didn´t happen was great. A big relief from your heart and it felt kind of good that she remembered me.

Reggaeton from Gothenburg!

This is the new stuff if your in to reggaeton! this guy if from my hometown and he´s really in to the shit! The funny thing is that he has the Gothenburgish accent that is famous in hole Sweden for the happy sound that everybody likes! One other thing in the video is that it recorded in one of the new clubs in Gothenburg ( they open a new bar/club in this town every week) called Peacook (Wtf. What kind of f***in name is that??)
However here it comes!!

Rain or no rain? That is the question...

Since I moved to Stockholm from rainy Gothenburg I have never experienced a hole day of rain in this city! Then you guys say that that ain´t true, but believe me i´ve been doing studies about this notice. Of do I have experienced bad weather but not as it could be in Gothenburg for example. In my hometown it could rain for days! It´s not unusual that it rain for three days or more in a row continually with no break at all. And that has never happen in Stockholm. Yes sometimes we get a cloudburst but it never last for more than a couple of hours and then it´s finito. When I hear on the radio about the flood down south i realize that it is a big issue around the country both in north and south but it will never be an issue for the politicans that lives in Stockholm and never get to experience the rain...

So to you guys down south with all rain a can only say: Stand up for ya rights!

Central station in Gothenburg a rainy day!

Kids & Mackie D

On my way home some day before, I went by Mac Donald's at Slussen (in Stockholm) at night there use to a lot of after party people on their way between two places or on their way home. But in the weekdays this place is invaded by suburb kids in their best teenage years. When I was standing in line waiting for my burger the kids was ordering before me and the waitress on the other side of the desk actually got robbed in a hole lot of ways in those few minutes.
One kid take a big order, during the time the waitress get all the things the guys friends order a hole lot of more things and grab the ordered things and so on. Then the guy taking the order says that some dude took his stuff and she has to get new... Get the point?
When I was young maybe we said to the waitress that we had got a bit of hair in our food although we but it there by ourselves after we had eaten half the burger.
Now I feel a bit sophisticated if you compare to the kids today!

Here´s a clip about how they probably do it when they getting older!!

Semi Charter part III

Between the heat (35-40degrees) and the Irish lads I manage to take some pictures aswell. Everyone I spoke to before I left said that Mallorca is a beutyful island and it was, don´t get me wrong. But if you´ve been to one city along the mediterranean you´ve seen it all! For me it was the same as the French, the Italian coast or the mainland of Spain. I enjoyed it anyway, hope you do the same!

Semi Charter part II

I don´t know what you guys think about Irish lads on vacation. Too white/pink (for the girls) in a bad comination with bright colors such as pink, green and yellow. They look really unhealthy, a bit to fat you now not in a beautiful way more like pigs. They are rally unpolite and they have a wierd look in familylife and specially to the kids. These kids are doomed to become loosers. They are with their parents all the time even at the pubs and clubs and belive me, these guys gets really drunk. At the bar I was hanging at was there one night when one of them came back 10 minutes later shouting about that she forgot her kid somewhere... What a life for the these poor kids. And at the beach they think that they are home in the suburbs of Dublin or whatever, but one mom said to her kid at the beach:
Com on now, momma´s gotta doodoo...
So fuckin sad, but who am I to have a opinion about it.
However, charter is quite funny for the observer. when you got to the airport to check in everybody is happy and they are full of expectations of the weekend. Charter tourists likes to stand in line for do everything. check in, passport controll, check out, waitin for their bags, get on the bus, talk to the chartercrew when they arrive, you name it. unfortunally I left the crowd when they got on the bus.
One week later i hook up with them again. They still stand in lines and all that, but all the happiness is gone. The kids are crying, the fathers are stressed about passports and tickets. The so in love couples are discussin and arguing about who did what and why. Like why didn´t you wait for me? I always wait for you and you never does. And why did you say that about that and so on...
I´m kind of glad that I didn´t join them all week!

Hell Yeah!

Finally did Fiddie lay out the underwater burp by me. Happend at Josefines place in her aquarium with goldfish at a preparty last christmas in Gothenburg.

The clip is dark and you have to lean ya head to ya left!

Enjoy!